Sounds good to me. I’m at work right now, but I can do that. Just don’t deactivate your account until I move over there. C:
Alrighty :) Just make sure you read the rules because there’s a part you’re supposed to put in the audition proving you’ve read them :)
I’m gonna audition tomorrow morning because I just got home and my brain is all broken. :3
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I didn’t get anything in my ask box. D:iguoihpjfdkisxzl.cfgt grrrr.
Here, luckily I copy pasted since tumblr’s notorious for this shit -.-
Hello love. I just joined this new rp: crowdedtriplets.tumblr.com It’s a triplet rp (Idk if…
Sounds good to me. I’m at work right now, but I can do that. Just don’t deactivate your account until I move over there. C:
“Does it?” Santana flexed her fingers against Brittany’s thigh. “Mm, sorry.” She removed her hand and instead opted to twin their fingers together.
She swallowed nervously again at the thought of meeting Brittany’s father. She was forcibly reminded of her own and grimaced. If her father was anything like Santana’s… She squeezed her girlfriend’s hand tighter. “Um, meet Mr. Pierce? O-okay. He won’t want to kill me, right?” She shot a nervous grin at Brittany’s mom.
It was only then that she caught sight of Brittany’s pretty face. “Babe,” she laughed, poking her in the cheek. “What are you so red for?” She scrunched her nose against Brittany’s warmer than normal cheek, giggling.
“S’okay,” She murmured, watching their fingers twine together when she cast her eyes down temporarily. She was growing more and more comfortable with this situation. Now she finally understood why Santana had been so freaked out about Britt meeting her parents; it was the same feeling for her, except that she knew her mother and father would both be accepting and understanding.
“He won’t want to kill you, no!” Mrs. Pierce confessed, shaking her head with an incredulous look on her face. ”We’ve known that Brittany is interested in both men and women, and we accept her life choices. We’ll be nothing but supportive of your relationship; I give you my word.” For Margaret to be saying such things, she didn’t quite understand how much her words might mean to Santana.
“Mm, ‘cause you’re meeting my mom and you asked if Daddy would kill you,” Britt whispered seriously, gripping Santana’s hand tightly. Before she could say another word, she was cut off by her mother’s cell phone ringing.
“Ducky, Santana; that’s work calling. I’ve got to take this call,” She explained apologetically. “It was wonderful to finally meet you, Santana.” Mrs. Pierce blew a kiss to them both and Brittany grinned.
“Bye, Mommy. Love you,” With that, the call ended and they were left alone again. “See? That wasn’t hard!”
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Santana rolled her eyes good naturedly at her girlfriend’s gushing. She nudged her gently in the ribs and grinned. “The best girlfriend in the world, huh?” She crinkled her nose and pressed it against Brittany’s cheek. “I don’t know about that, I think I got lucky enough to get that.” She grinned wide, her nose crinkling again and she rested her hand against Brittany’s thigh. Shrugging Brittany’s arm over her shoulders, Santana leaned into her side, feeling comfortable and content. “Mm, baby?” she asked, glancing up at the blonde, “Where’s your dad? Kinda need to meet him too, yeah?” She reached out and tangled her fingers with her girlfriend’s, pressing a kiss to her palm.
Brittany felt her cheeks grow hot from Santana’s words about her praises. Her blue eyes cast downward slightly, smiling wide at the hand on her thigh. She liked this. She liked this overwhelming feeling of comfort of holding her girlfriend in front of her mother, whether or not it was physically in person or via Skype call.
“That tickles,” She giggled and nodded, biting her bottom lip. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”
“He’s at work, ducky,” Margaret explained. “But if you two are planning on coming to visit, I’ll make sure he’s home. I’m sure Brittany wants you to meet her father as much as I do,” She added gently.
“I do want you to meet Daddy,” Brittany confessed, turning her head to press a kiss against Santana’s temple. She could tell that her mother could see just how happy Santana made her, and it was almost making her blush even harder.
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The fact that her girlfriend talked about her to her family was both amazing and terrifying. What if she said something bad when they were fighting that one time? Oh god, what if she said something good and Santana didn’t live up to the expectations? Fuck. She needed to calm her shit. Turning her face into Brittany’s shoulder, Santana took a deep breath to calm down.
“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Pie-Margaret.” It felt weird not calling Brittany’s parents by their last names, but she didn’t want to offend her mom by not obeying. Speaking of parents.
“Oh! Britt…” she squeezed her hand to get her attention, “My mom called again today. She really wants us back.” She felt her face turn a sickly shade of green once she realized Mrs. Pierce was listening in. What if she asked to meet her parents, or worse…wanted Santana to tell her about them. “Do you want to go or no? Id’d be happy to tell her to screw off.” She picked at her cuticles, hating the fact that her parents hated her so much. Or rather…her dad hated her. And her grandmother. Everyone except her mom and her little brother, really, and that was only because of Brittany. They liked Brittany, not her. Rolling her eyes, Santana fixed a pretty, fake smile on her face. “Sorry Mrs.-Margaret, I forgot to tell her that. Anyway, how are you?”
Hearing that Santana’s mother wanted them to visit again made Brittany smile and gave Margaret a slightly unsettling feeling. She felt almost rejected in a way, but at the same time, she couldn’t be too hurt about it. It didn’t sound as though Santana was very friendly with her parents.
“It’s perfectly fine, Santana. I’m very well, thank you for asking. How are you girls?” Mrs. Pierce replied with a light nod and Brittany kept a tight grip on her girlfriend’s hand.
“Mommy, do you think we can come visit sometime soon? I want you and Daddy to meet San in person.” Brittany asked excitedly, turning her head slightly to look at Santana and grin lightly. She couldn’t stop smiling because of how well they were going. “I’m great. I have the best girlfriend in the world.”
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Santana felt her cheeks warm, and unfortunately didn’t feel her face go back to normal from the stupid, gaping expression the kiss gave her. Shaking her head slightly, Santana looked over to the computer screen and awkwardly waved. “Um…hi.” Well…what a dumb ass thing to say. Brittany’s mom probably thought she was an uneducated idiot. She scratched the back of her neck nervously. “I like your…painting…”
Good fucking god, she was making a fool of herself. She felt her face warm further and she looked away from the camera. Fuck, okay. Calm down. She felt Brittany squeeze her hand again and felt rather than saw the look Brittany and her mother exchanged. She cleared her throat, attempting to make herself seem less stupid and leaned into her girlfriend’s side. She looked back at Brittany’s mom with a nervous smile on her face. “Um…sorry, Mrs. Pierce…I’m kinda nervous.” She swallowed and shifted closer to Brittany. Thank the lord she wasn’t meeting them in person. “How are you? My name’s Santana. I would shake your hand but there’s a computer in the way, so…”
Not one of her best lines, but not one of her worst either. Swallowing nervously again, she assessed the background of Brittany’s house. She couldn’t see much but what she could see was gorgeous. “From what I can see, you have a really gorgeous house.” Parents liked home compliments, right? Shit. She was so fucked.
Brittany gently kissed Santana’s temple when she leaned against her and out of the corner of her eye, she caught her mother giving a small but approving smile. She gripped at her girlfriend’s hand and rubbed it gently with her other hand.
“There’s no need to be nervous, Santana,” Mrs. Pierce reassured, readjusting herself in the computer chair. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Brittany has told me a lot about you,”
“Mom!” The younger blonde squealed and wore a pleading look.
“Brittany, darling, it’s perfectly okay.” Mrs. Pierce reassured gently, grinning. She was happy that her daughter was completely happy. Her face screwed up into a wider smile when Santana complimented the home, or what she could see of the home. “Thank you,” She was almost floored with how incredibly nervous her daughter’s girlfriend seemed to be. “You can call me Margaret, or Mom.”
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After teasing and tormenting Santana, she had clearly left her wanting more. Honestly, she knew it wasn’t nice of her to tease her girlfriend when they were about to receive her call from her parents, but it made her happy to know she had someone in her life. She pulled Santana into the room with the computer, since they weren’t allowed to necessarily have their own devices in this house.
Brittany pulled Santana close to her and pressed a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek. She peppered kisses along to her ear and smiled widely. “I love you, and your smile and your voice and everything about you.” She whispered against her ear. Her fingertips traced along the top of Santana’s thigh and she reached for her hand. She laced their fingers together and kissed against her girlfriend’s knuckles.
“Are you ready?” She asked quietly, turning her head gently when the prompt appeared from her parents calling. “Kiss for good luck?” She didn’t wait for a response and turned Santana’s head slightly, catching her lips quickly. She moved the mouse with her free hand to click over the green accept button.
“Hi, Mommy!” She grinned brightly, squeezing at Santana’s hand out of view of the video’s reach.
“Hello Brittany darling,” Mrs. Pierce greeted. “Your father should be here soon,”
“I want you to meet someone. She’s special to me,” Brittany explained to her mother, feeling her cheeks heat up. She had never gotten to the point of formally introducing a boyfriend or girlfriend to her parents. “Mommy, this is… my girlfriend, Santana Lopez, and she’s.. amazing and beautiful and I am so in love with her.” She grinned brightly, glancing over to Santana.
I-well god damn it Britt, you totally can’t just do that! Fuck. Your parents are going to be calling in what? 15 minutes, tops? Damn it, now I’m turned on and I blame you…
We’ll make it a quick call with them, and then we’ll have fun, okay? Okay.
And I’ll put my clothes on, too. Yup.
Oh shit…I forgot about that. The pool too. And the shower…and the bed…and the wall…well fuck… I might as well just grope you, I’m sure your parents will already be thrilled with me once the show comes out. Oh, boo. I totally would have kicked his midget ass.
Mmm, mhmm. You’re kinda making me want to pin you down and have my way with you…
